Have Harness Will Climb

(No Harness Will Whine)

I blame Fireman Sam. I don’t know how Kyle found it. It’s one of these weird cartoons that might have originally been in Polish*, but was then translated into 30 different languages and scattered throughout the internet only to wash up on the shores of YouTube in slightly altered versions. Dunno. But I digress.

Fireman Sam is everything Kyle loves. Fire safety, easy to follow storylines 8–10 minutes in length. Well, that’s it. That’s what he loves. But I digress again.

There’s always a fire in the town of Pontypandy. Always. Every day. I can’t even imagine the insurance premiums. Damnit, I digress once again. Last time, though.

Some of the rescues include airlifts in which people are outfitted with harnesses. Where lots of kids might be into Fireman Sam books, action figures, and other merch, Kyle wanted the harness. That’s ALL he wanted. The non-licensed harness. So for Hanukkah one year, we got him his own harness. It doesn’t attach to anything. It’s just a random climbing harness. A random red kids’ climbing harness we bought on Amazon. The other day Kyle asked if we had any rope.

“What kind,” I asked.

“The kind you can hang off of.”